Writing Archive

Explore a curated collection of my writing, including psychotherapy insights, short stories, letters, and poetry, all compiled for easy access and reflection.

[a desk lamp, various ink bottles, a blade, an envelope enclosed with a ribbon and a penned letter].
  • these skeins

    woven before you or i were even born we were drinking mead & country wines by the beaker full needing to piss went out to find stars & solace under a gibbous moon splashing…

  • Co-Dependencies

    The definition of co-dependency is more of an understanding of a concept. As a result of its complexities, a simple definition is not suitable. However, when one can understand the many concepts, then a…

  • fiend

    the worst part isn’t being the fiend as at the time you loved the being & doing of all of that nor is it being an ex-fiend the worst part is you’ve put the…

  • two chairs

    gestalt two chairs you do the work focussing on your issues the things that come up tears arrive for people those who you held down for so long some come as a surprise what…

  • beyond

    she was beautiful that bit was beyond saying if beauty isn’t everything could see clear she was not a contributor & i was struggling get beyond the bills she left me slow clearing out…

  • skirmishes

    these soft creatures slipping through my fingers my life & days small battles skirmishes felt like war & death every time younger then could pick myself up start over begin the fight out of…

  • Attempting Control without Taking Any Responsibility

    After reading you are assumed fully responsible for yourself and actions. I call this ‘Attempting Control without Taking Any Responsibility’ for that is what the behaviour feels like to me as a recipient of…

  • here

    i’m here i offered go for a drink to listen some or a fight? he laughed at that might take you up but first a drink? we went took some in waited for the…

  • playing house

    i’d been a bachelor for a year or two keeping away from involvement there’d been one nighters’ some fumbles in the hay nothing that stayed & i appreciated it that way had my own…